Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7, by William Shakespeare
It started blowing crazy cold last night and it's been blowing ever since. 24 hours straight. I was grateful for my North Face windbreaker pants this morning when it was my shift to feed the livestock. I got those pants in Chicago years ago when I was walking down Michigan Avenue toward the Art Institute. I thought I'd die in the windy city until I came upon the store. They've turned out to be one of my better purchases in this lifetime.
So far nothing has frozen solid. Not even me. So far no pipes have broken. Everything is well insulated so cross fingers nothing will. It's just crazy cold and crazy windy.
We found a place to walk with the dogs behind the bluff near the creek where the wind was not so fierce. In the sun it was more pleasant but not pleasant. There was not a cloud in the sky. The horses turn their butts into the wind. They don't seem unhappy. They don't seem happy either but they are built for it. As long as it doesn't get cold, rainy and windy all at the same time. I've seen horses huddling and shivering in the cold, windy rain near the best wind breaks they can find. Feed 'em up good. They'll come through it.
Earlier tonight the wall heater wasn't doing it so I sez let's crank up the wood stove. It does do it. Thank you for the good seasoned oak we cut last winter. I think if I was in a tipi I'd be under that buffalo robe and I wouldn't come out. Somebody else stoke the fire.
"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!" - King Lear, Act III, Scene II, by William Shakespeare
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